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Somber faces that dwell in the night, for they haven't yet learned how to seize the moment. So what is the omen? Vacancy occupies every place where the inevitable winds of evening curl dust from the earth. Whosoever shall bear witness, too, shall be leveled as low in-fact, unto loss of sight, so sounds the voice of the wind

Who minds? And who can fathom? Will the sinners continue to abide in the wake of her mistake, or will their beguile remain and somehow be commended as the righteousness of the God? Every splash of puddle of every swift scientific geometrically designed print of his age shall define every worry and every thorn in his flesh. His tears and pains add to the masses that conspicuously flood the streets, for he is chased

Woe to the inhabitants of that land to stir up the struggles of life for all men is their souls purpose. Far from grace and beyond the norm are their ghettos. Pestilence withers where it may and posted are widows and the poor. Where is the Lord's healing, is cried. It has been over 300 years we wait, we suffer. And true, long is the time

Children must share, hugging trees. They are not with much. Hallways explain yesteryears encounters. It's a shame during their hours, when some fall, when some flee from the riches He showers, when some lean upon walls, when some outrage irreplacable profits, when some slay worthy prophets, when some rebuke the Lord's call. Its a shame how they fall, unto an everlasting deep. Their sleep has changed and they are seen no-more.


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My heart is pounding
Though what hovers me does not pound my head
Each day I know God is watching
Also each day the firmaments birds do too,
What shall I choose
Who shall I choose, this day
For to me the day is nearly gone by,
But I know there are starving souls.
Their tarry has aged
And their cry is usurped
I seek their peace to be received
But from who should their peace be proferred?
I must not stop
I must act now
Before it's too late!



An evening more gentle than the one prior, I hope
Longing the dawn of day
Lengthening study
Expecting a word, one in a distance
His covers resting softly alone in solitude
One touch and you'll reveal His colors
One touch and He'll provide His grace
His seasons are to be shared
And His face does shine as does the sun
Him has no pairs
Him consumes many pains
His shade takes care of mothers
His marriage is a glorious fate
His word bares no shame.

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